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Rodgers grabbed an unmarked police SUV in the parking lot and barreled out of the parking garage.
“Seatbelts on,” he said. “I drive like a demon.”
I climbed into the front passenger seat and barely had a chance to put my seatbelt on before Rodgers took a sharp turn out of the garage, following a fleet of police cars.
A radio crackled and the police spoke in a code that I didn’t understand.
“Damn snow,” Rodgers said. He cranked up the heater, and the inside of the SUV went from freezing to sweltering.
The snow was coming down again, making it hard to see, even with the windshield wipers on full speed.
Snow.
It never stopped in the winter.
I wished just once it would be warm outside. Fighting evil is much more comfortable in warmer weather.
Rodgers’s tires skidded as he fishtail
